I have new meaning in the very breadth of my movement,
Inside there is a label of joy and deep fountains.
My jumping is broken by the mere slant of rainfall,
This spot is one of those where lies a treasure from the past.
It is rain and its puddle, where drops the globules of water
From the sky.
The sky has been blue all of a sudden,
The sky is full of sunlight,
I am full of rain, and the mischief of itself.
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